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Between the Devil and the Deep, Part 1

Part 1:  Sirina

 

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

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He spent the afternoon on the beach walking in the surf and trying to clear his mind. Layoffs were imminent and he couldn’t afford to get the axe now. Jake was a benevolent man and caring for his family came to him as naturally as breathing. Still, he was just a man with just a little bit of ‘the devil may care’ in him.

He turned to walk the half mile back to his car when something made him stop and look back. Jake stared into the distance trying to discern what it was.

A sound? No, more like something haunting me that’s trying to breach the surface.

He started back toward the car when it happened again. Jake looked to the heavens, saying aloud, “You’re messing with me, right? This is punishment for taking more than one wife?”

Jake regrouped long enough to wonder how he would appear to anyone that might be watching; standing here alone, imploring the gods, tossing his arms up and speaking to no one there. He shook his head laughing at himself thinking, It’s stress. It’s always stress. That’s what drives rational men mad.

Again the feeling interrupted his thoughts. It was something akin to a gentle tugging at his heart, which made him turn fully to look over his shoulder. Then he saw her.

No shit! No way!

Jake stood transfixed, mesmerized at the sight of her and unable to think. He forced his focused enough to believe he wasn’t imagining her, but didn’t dare move suddenly for fear of frightening her away.

Sirena propped herself on the shore drying her gossamer locks in the evening sunset. Her fiery hair tumbled carelessly down her back as she breathed in the salt-sea air, the vast ocean, and the long expanse of deserted beach. She loved everything about her life; carefree days, full moon nights, warm sunset evenings and wide open spaces; everything that was her freedom.

Only half believing his eyes, Jake made his way down the beach, approaching her with caution, while trying to make sense of the scene before him. The beach had been deserted all evening, not another soul around yet, suddenly, there was a half-naked beauty stretching lazily in the spot where he’d stood fifteen minutes ago.

But it’s more than that, He thought. It’s as if she radiates all the goodness in the world; like she’s emanating the purity of, love.

Jake would have sworn he’d been sluicing through a desert and she was a mirage.  He was close enough to touch her shoulder but she showed no modesty, nothing that spoke of shame or covering herself in his presence. She sat at water’s edge, playfully dangling her legs in the waves as he stood stock-still searching for an opening line.

“Good evening.”

He raked his hand through tousled hair wondering if she had actually spoken.

Did I imagine it? She’s not real. I’m not real. None of this is real! Jake scolded himself; I’m probably in the car having some freaky, stressed-out, highway hypnosis or something.

“Isn’t it customarily polite to speak when spoken to?”

Her back was still to him but this time Jake was sure.

“I’m sorry, miss, I didn’t… ah, hello,” He offered, moving to sit beside her, “I’m,”

Sirena turned eyes to him and he tripped over his tongue, “Stunned,” He finished.

“You’re stunned? That’s your name,” She teased.

“Jake,” He corrected, offering his hand, “I’m sorry, I guess I am a little…” Jake stopped, still unable to tear his eyes from hers, “How, What, Where the devil did you come from,” He asked, still disbelieving his own eyes.

“I’m Sirena. Good to meet you too.”

Did she say that? I’m starting right at her and I don’t know if her lips moved.

“The pleasure is all mine,” He returned, “How did I not see you sooner,” He asked, “I’ve been here all evening.”

“I’m sure you have many burdens and I was pretty far out,” She answered, watching him scan the sea for a boat or diving gear.

“Where are you from Sirena?”

“Oh, you know,” she evaded, “I’m a child of the world.”

“I guess you’ve traveled a lot,” He asked, attempting small talk.

“You could say that,” She replied with a nonchalant shrug as she sensed the change of tide even before she felt it.

Jake knew he was already head over heart in love with her but knew, as well, that all of this was just too surreal.

“It’s getting late,” Sirena whispered, not quite realizing why that fact made her feel melancholy, “I have to go soon.”

“No wait,” He plead urgently, “Can I see you again?”

Sirena couldn’t fathom why she was drawn to Jake, or to anything that could jeopardize the life she had now.

The turn of the tide is a warning. The pull of the moon is trying to lure me out of this, this… this!

“Sirena, please. I must see you again,” He pressed.

“Do you believe in mermaids, Jake,” She probed.

“What?”

“Do you,” She demanded point blank.

“Okay, yes. Sure. Can I see you tomorrow?”

Sirena slipped into the water saying, “Meet me tomorrow at sunset.”

“Okay,” He smiled, tentatively relieved, “I’ll be here. Wait! Why did you ask about mermaids?”

She smiled up at him and stated matter-of-factly, “Because I’m about to test your meddle.”

With that she ducked below the surface and the last thing Jake saw was a fishtail that slapped the ocean powering her departure.

 

 

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Passion's Invocation

Uneasy Over

He had been a fair weather friend at best, and his weather had been much fairer than hers. He didn’t want to be with her no matter how she had hoped and hurt.

He had been her choice regardless of his shortcomings. That was how she loved, inherently, instinctively, overlooking human weaknesses. Nothing mattered next to the one she held in her heart.

She had been available and alone too long. He’d only noticed when it was convenient for him. Now that he had no other options, he had decided to be her company.

Maybe she didn’t have much, and maybe she never would, but she had gotten out with what little was left of her pride and self-esteem still intact.

He hadn’t given a damn if she’d needed him. She had suffered the worst alone. She had given her all to be there for him. She knew that the time was now and that a moment later would be too late.

She tied on her running shoes with double knotted bows. Where she ran screaming to, nobody knows.

She had no one and nothing to run to, but she arrived there alone again. She felt empty, battered, sad and used, but knew it was the right thing to do. She had to save herself now.

That was all she needed to be, along with being temporarily free. It was hard and it hurt like hell, but it was action based on facts. To her It was typical, another uneasy over and another hard beginning.

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Back when Billy was just a peculiar little boy, Mr and Mrs Gates didn’t understand their son’s voyeuristic fascination with windows.

 

 

 

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Dangerous Women, Fiction, Love and Lust, Passion's Invocation, Romance

Iowa Assignment

Iowa Assignment

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Mia stood resolutely in her boss’ office, with white-knuckled hands gripping the edge of his desk. 

 
 
 
“You’re sending me to Iowa? Iowa? For God’s sake, Hal! I said I needed time to think not miles and miles of nothing to do,” she argued.

 
 
 
“You’re going,” he stated emphatically.


“Hal! I’m a Reporter! What in hell is there to report in friggin’ Iowa? Did someone see Jesus in a cloud,” she spat with incredulity.

 
 
 
“Mia, you’re getting married in a month. Even if you don’t attend the meeting, I’m making you go. Go and think about this,” Hal insisted, not backing down.
 
 
 
 
His face was filled with concern and his brows furrowed every time he looked in her direction. Mia took a deep breath and relented slightly,

 
 
 
“Enforced vacation,” she queried.


“Yes,” he said unapologetically, “You’re engaged but not wearing his ring. Face it, there’s something wrong in paradise. Spend some time at Sycamore Access. Take some fabulous pictures. Sit by the river and really think about this. You’re not happy, Mia.”


 
 
 
Mia stepped back and took a seat in the leather chair, recalling how arguments as vehement as this one used to end in wildly passionate sex. Her heart dropped from chest to feet. She knew he was right.

 
 
 
“Okay,” Mia agreed, “On one condition,” she said with a hungry smile as she stood and walked toward him.

 
 
 
Hal grinned tentatively, backing up in his seat, warning, “Mia,” but she knew he still wanted her as much as she wanted him.


 
 
 
Mia approached like a cat preparing to pounce. Hal pushed his chair back until it hit the wall. He was trapped. She grinned licking her lips.

 
 
 
She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of a black half-slip revealing garte belt, black stockings and heels. She leaned down to unbuckle his belt and remove his dress slacks.

 
 
 
“Mia,” Hal warned, drawing her name out, “What are you doing? Remember, you’re en—”

 
 
 
She placed two fingers over his mouth and quietly shushed him, “Shhh. Don’t,” she instructed him.

 
 
 
Hal fell silent. They hadn’t made love in months. Both had reluctantly agreed that an office romance was entirely too complicated, especially in an office filled with nosy reporters.

 
 
 
Finally he was naked from the waist down and Mia seized the moment. He was already harder than she had ever seen him and closed her lips around him. She ran her tongue around the head of his stiff cock as his head fell back and he releasing a groan.

 
 
 
Mia pushed him fully into her mouth through tight, sucking lips while stroking his length with her warm, moist tongue. Slowly, she pulled away and straddled him. Hal gripped her ass whispering how he had missed this.

 
 
 
“Mmm hmm,” she replied, unable to speak intelligently. Mia watched his face, his closed eyes, the wrinkles in his brow disappearing, and then pushed up and down his entire length. God, he was hard.


 
 
 
Hal grasped her tight little ass cheeks more tightly and stood to push her down on his desk. She pulled up her knees and perched four-inch stilettos at the edge of his desk while he ravaged her, kissing her everywhere he could reach, pounding her tight wetness while his balls slapped her ass.
 
 
 
Hal pinched her pink nipples softly squeezing her full, aching breasts, making consummate love until they built a crescendo that insisted on release.

 
 
 
Mia bit her lip hard to stifle a scream, and he held his breath as his thick girth throbbed inside of her.

 
 
 
By the time they were spent, it looked like a small bomb had detonated in his office, just like old times, Mia reminisced. She knew it was now or never. She had him exactly where she wanted him.

 
 
 
Mia’s breath caught as he softened, still sheathed deeply within her, and said,  “Please Hal, don’t make me go.”

 
 
 
She plead batting eyelashes slightly as Hal reached for his desk drawer. She waited pensively, wondering what he would find to use for a makeshift toy. Instead, he retrieved the airline ticket and stuffed it into her parted crimson lips.


 
 
 
“You’re going,” he said staunchly.


 
 
 
Mia groaned, rolling her eyes, and mumbled around the envelope, “Alone or tickets for two?”


 
 
 
Hal turned to retrieve clothing insisting, “Alone, then, we’ll think about what comes next,” with the grin of a cat with canary feathers protruding from its mouth.


 
 
 
“Okay, okay,” she laughed at his determination, “but I’m already looking forward to my return!”


 
 
 
“I’ll pick you up at the airport,” Hal taunted, “Wear something sexy and no underwear except stockings and garters.”


 
 
 
Mia grinned at her victorious defeat knowing that she wouldn’t have as much to think over, now that they were beginning again.


 
 
 

 

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Fiction, Love and Lust, Passion's Invocation

Naked Beauty 3

Naked Beauty

Part 3

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Jermaine woke several hours later in a fiercely foul mood. He showered quickly, dressed, ordered coffee to go, and made his way into Old Town. He wandered the alleys, photographing buildings that caught his eye, but couldn’t shake his own guilt.

 

Eventually, he ascended the stairs into a vacant structure and sat leaning against a wall, steeling himself as he retrieved his phone and dialed Vera’s number.

 

It rang several times before she anwered. He visualized her glaring at the phone while she considered ignoring it. Her irate voice conveyed that she had checked the Caller ID.

 

“Yeah, what,” Vera shrieked into the receiver.

 

“Hi, honey,” Jermaine greeted her with mock cheer and monitored calculation of just how guilty he sounded, “How are you,” he asked, instantly regretting it. His nerves frayed to nil as he waited through a long, sub-zero silence.

 

“Had you wanted to know, you would have called back after checking in! I’ve been on my deathbed for three days!”

 

“Vera-baby,” he hedged, “I’m sorry! When I checked in, my phone was dead and it was too late to call by the time I found a charger. I know you have been terribly ill.”

 

Vera paced the floor considering his argument and decided to be the shrew that made his voice tremble, “So your phone took seventy-two  hours to charge and you got the only hotel room in Spain that has no phone? Sure! That’s completely plausible, sweetheart! Who is the little tart,” she queried venomously.

 

Suddenly, it was her turn to be greeted with silence. Jermaine debated coming clean, but nothing was certain yet. He didn’t want to risk losing Vera if his naked beauty could turn him away.

 

He palmed the ring absentmindedly and lied, “I’ve been running day and night trying to arrange the photoshoot, baby. I’m sorry. I just couldn’t get to you a second earlier.”

 

Vera knew he was lying, and then considered the fact that she was cheating with his boss, and relented, “Okay, okay, fine. Just go finish the shoot and come back. How’s my replacement working out?”

 

Jermaine let go a heavy sigh of relief realizing that he had been holding his breath, “We haven’t met yet. Maybe later today or tomorrow. Don’t worry, she can’t hope to compare. I’m just looking forward to getting it over with.”

 

“I’m sorry it’s not the pleasureful shoot you expected, darling. I know how you hate having to pose new models, break them in, and do your job. If you wrap it up quickly, I’ll make it worth your while,” Vera offered invitingly.

 

Jermaine smiled despite himself when a man entered and interrupted them, “¡Ejem! Hola. Ahem! Hello there,” he said, searching to extract his card from his pocket.

 

“Vera, I have to go. I’ll call you later.”

 

Jermaine hung up and addressed the gentleman, “Hello. I’m sorry to intrude. I thought the building was vacant.”

 

“It is,” he said, a little perplexed, “Lucas Fox, Realtor,” he introduced himself offering his card.

 

Jermaine took the card and asked, “Is there an apartment nearby for rent or sale?”

 

“Yes, there are several apartments for sale and rent in this area, they are a bit expensive, but the location, the views and the amenities are worth it”.

 

“Would you know of a furnished apartment in a quiet area,” Jermaine inquired.

 

“There is only one in La Xerea, but it’s a penthouse. You would have to move fast. It’s a coveted neighborhood. It has drawn a lot of attention,” Lucas answered.

 

“How much,” Jermaine asked.

 

Lucas answered, “1,000 €uros per month.”

 

Lucas’ eyes flew open wide when Jermaine replied, “I’ll take it. Can we start the paperwork tonight?”

 

“Yes, of course,” Lucas couldn’t conceal his excitement.

 

“Excellent. Bring it to Hotel Balneario Las Arenas in Valencia tonight at 9:00 PM”

 

“I will, Lucas smiled, “This is going to be the easiest sale I’ve ever made.”

 

Jermaine shook his hand and thanked him, grateful that some of the best ideas are borne of mishaps and accidents.

 

He left the building with a plan taking shape and was cautiously optimistic, though he knew that this plan was an enormous gamble and that it lacked a solid foundation. Jermaine knew he would have to build the foundation with every step he took.

 

He went directly to a jeweler not far from the hotel and had her ring sized. Then he surveyed their selection of engagement rings and wedding bands.

 

Jermaine splurged for a taxi back to the hotel and returned with his photography equipment, ready to go to work. Finally, he felt strong and vital. He knew what he was living for and that was all he needed. I’m strong enough to face anything, he thought jubilantly, Hey life, bring it!

 

He breezed through large portions of the shoot, capturing a cruise ship as big as a city, beachfront properties, art and sculptures. Then he moved indoors for the finale, beginning with setting the scene inside the City of Arts and Sciences in the Oceanogràfic de Valencia, the second largest aquarium in the world.

 

With the scene set perfectly, Jermaine picked up his camera and approached the model who would replace Vera. There stood his naked beauty clad in a string bikini. and about ten pounds of makeup. Jermaine rolled his eyes, yelling, “Wait! Stop! What the hell is wrong with the makeup artist,” he asked angrily, moving closer to a model he didn’t recognize until her frightened eyes eyes met his obvious annoyance.

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED…

 

 

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